The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 5
Hot tears streamed down Radis’ cheeks.
She could feel the shadow of death looming over her by her bed, waiting for its chance to devour her.
She never once felt alive before, but now she was about to die.
Is she really going to die now?
She’d been thrown into the thorny path when she had been born, and since then, she had only been trying to survive. She endured pain enough that she forgot what pain felt like.
All throughout, she just believed that happiness would come one day.
But at the end of the path… was a death like this.
At that moment, Radis felt a violent emotion settling in her heart, something that she had never felt before.
Why must she die after all she went through in that thorny path?
She couldn’t accept that she would only find peace after death.
Time and time again, she believed that happiness would come one day… So she just endured, and endured, and endured.
“…It was all just a pipe dream.”
Radis’ lips trembled.
“I should never have lived for my parents, for my brother… for my family. I should have just lived for myself…!”
Radis was devastated.
She couldn’t believe she realized such an important thing at the end of her life!
Gradually, it became difficult for her to breathe.
Her heart ached so much.
She couldn’t tell if it was because of physical pain or if it was from sorrow because the grief she felt for herself was so great that it was indistinguishable from her fatal injuries.
Light began to leave her blurred vision.
Radis could no longer move.
Then, a colorful light enveloped her. And the pain went away.
Feeling that this was the end of her life, she slowly closed her eyes.
Radis died with no one by her side.
02. The eldest daughter’s second life
Radis Tilrod was the eldest daughter of the Tilrod family.
‘Known as the daughter no one wanted.’
Her parents, Zade and Margaret, were a typical couple brought together by an arranged marriage.
Zade had a woman he loved before he got married—it was Flora, who worked at the flower shop at the village.
Margaret also did not love Zade.
Zade was much older than her, and his leg had been crippled by an accident from the past. Margaret loathed Zade because he was far from her ideal husband.
However, despite not being an affectionate couple, at the very least they agreed to respect each other as partners…
—If only the first-born child was a son.
—If only Zade hadn’t reacted in that way when he heard that the baby was a daughter.
“For God’s sake, a daughter? Damn it, so this is all I could get from the hellish marriage I’ve endured so far?!”
—If only Margaret, who had just given birth, did not hear this.
“Get rid of it.”
Margaret pushed away the baby in her arms as if it were a giant leech.
“Get rid of this damn girl right now!”
And so, the baby was abandoned, and the relationship between Zade and Margaret became irrevocably broken.
The baby was raised by a maid who repaired worn out chores at the servants’ quarters.
Whenever she was hungry, the baby would crawl under a goat, which regularly grazed in the backyard, then drink milk from it. Whenever she was sleepy, she would just curl into herself and fall asleep anywhere.
For her, the sun’s warmth was her blanket, and the whistling wind was her lullaby.
The baby then grew up like one of the tall, sword-like flowers in the backyard.
The baby was given a name only after she had turned two years old, and it was only because the maids began calling her ‘Radis’, after the gladiolus flowers in that backyard.
As the child began to walk on her own two feet, Margaret could no longer turn a blind eye to her daughter due to the pressure of public attention, and so she called her into the mansion.
However, just because there was a closer physical distance between them didn’t mean that affection would naturally sprout if there was no seed to nurture in the first place.
Margaret couldn’t understand the child. In her eyes, Radis was like a strange animal.
So Margaret would scream hysterically whenever she would see the child.
“Why are you eating so mannerlessly?”
“Why are your clothes always so dirty? Why, why, why are you peeing on your clothes like that! Ah! I can’t stand it!”
Radis was afraid of her own mother.
Because she was so intimidated, she couldn’t even go out of her room, which was as small as a closet. When the maid brought her meals, Radis would desperately hang onto her apron.
“I think my mother hates me.”
The maid didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t taught to become a nanny—she was simply a maid who did chores. She didn’t know how to treat the Madam’s child who kept clinging to her.
The maid pulled Radis’ hands off the apron.
“No, Milady. The Madam doesn’t hate you. She is the mother who had you in her belly. There is no parent in the world who hates their child. If she’s mad at you, maybe you did something wrong. You’ll have to make up for it. You have to try.”
The child believed the maid’s words.
Indeed, she believed those words with all her heart.
Which was why it took Radis a long time to realize that this was wrong.